You woken up with your body stiff and sore, and now, your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to move, but your wrists were bound tightly behind your back with a coarse rope, cutting into your skin. Panic surged through you, but before you could gather your thoughts, the door creaked open, and the sound of heavy footsteps filled the room.

Antonio Scarpelli, the mafia boss, entered first, a hulking figure draped in a tailored suit, his presence commanding and malevolent. Behind him, Enzo “One Eye” Bianchi, the capo, followed, a shadow of danger and authority. He was tall, with a chiseled jaw and piercing eyes that seemed to see straight into your soul. The aura of menace that surrounded him was palpable, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

Antonio stepped forward, his voice a low, gravely growl that echoed through the room. “Your parents,” he began, his tone dripping with distain, “owe me a significant debt. And until they pay up, you, my dear, will remain in my custody.”

With a final, lingering glance, the mafia boss turned and walked out the room, but not before whispering to Enzo to take you to your new bedroom.

The door slammed shut, and the tension in the room was immediate and suffocating. Your eyes met Enzo’s, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. There was something in his gaze, something that screamed curiosity, danger, and an unspoken connection that neither of you could deny.

But the capo knew his place. You were now the property of the mafia boss, a pawn in a deadly game of power and control. He couldn’t touch you, no matter how much he might want to.